sunday scribblings - winter theme

for today's sunday scribblings, i'm a bit late tonight....and not totally complete. at some point i will add to this and link back.

"the winter light"

she pushed the heavy drapery back from the 3rd floor window of her flat. peering out onto the usually busy main street now serenely calm in the mid morning dullness, she sighed and pressed the palm of her hand against the cold pane of glass. similar to her mood, the cold wintry rain continued to plop down onto the trees and sidewalks making the whole of the world seem suddenly barren of life.

the call had come last night somewhat unexpectedly. she was unsure how the meeting would go and wondered aloud if she ought to even make the effort at all. it was dreadfully wet outside. she decided to take the chance and if she didn't like the look of him or despised his behaviour she wouldn't bother staying for more than one drink.

TBC

opening my eyes

needing desperately to hear and see you
knowing where you are at every minute
opening your eyes to the images that are real
and not so real
keeping you safe and moral
knowing what is best
hoping and praying for what is better
vigilantly watching
always

thankful wishes

a calm day of giving thanks
being grateful for all we have
visiting, chatting, laughing, smiling
enjoying one another's company

every year we gather here
we cook and eat and drink
play games watch parades
and sometimes even football

another year of happiness
of sadness and of pain
we revel in our differences
and thank god for all our friends

bangle finangle

slicked back
firmly grasp
hold tight
brush over
close eyes
squint again
look harder
pucker up
kissy lips
pink mouth
golden dangles
mirror reflects
happy eyes
shiny edge
close the door
all dolled up
making dinner!

the chair

alone and quiet it sits forlorn in the garden
only recently baked in the sun and covered with towels
holding wet bodies covered in sunscreen
leaves floated past last week
rain and snow soaked now
slick with the light of the moon and stars
shimmering with ice
forlornly facing the window
peering in each day
dried in the sunshine
warmly removed to the safety of the garden shed.

tiptap

she lifted her head, her eyes shining
she caught his shadow on the windows as he walked past
his silhouette in the night darkness reflected through the thick steely glass frame
she imagined he looked back toward her
he could not see her, she could not see him
but she again willed him to look at her
tap on the window
return to her
her heart and hands shook
the lone tear fell to her clenched hand on the table.
the shadow moved on, away from her.




**a bit more of the story continued from stranger and grateful**

sunday scribbings - *grateful*

sunday scribblings prompt for grateful, and continued from last week's prompted writing. thanks to all for reading and commenting! :)

as he stood, he looked down at her and closed his eyes willing himself not to make a sound.

carefully he reached his hand into his pocket and unclenched his fist. he felt the ring slide into the soft material and rest on the bottom.

he turned away and carefully strode out the door, grateful for the darkness and cool night air.

in deep

letters dance, words flow, meaningless meaningful
say it all or say nothing
ambiguous is best
articulate speculate dedicate
observations create the images for which my mind writes
orderly
organised
blurry worry furry

annual

once more trying
another sullen day
it lifts her through her sorrow
where has it gone, she wonders
the time has passed within her
his eyes are not on her
another time, another identity
where does she go
there is no existence
she moves along
each day dragging to another
pushing pulling her heart
given to one given to two
owned by many.

leave me

familiar names memories of old familiar faces
simple melodies a time of happiness sadness
flooding back over her soul
calming soothing rough tearful
snowflakes on her eyelashes
melting into water
nothingness
everything